Shadows from the trees narrate a story
With haste and swishes from a rusty sword
Limping flesh enters the scene, silence intrudes
The moon hesitates but lays nakedly anyway
...
"teach yourself how to love"
screamed the torn pages
that were desperately carved
by these little dreams
...
Our dreams were suspended
Like little stars on a baby's mobile
The clouds clothed us unrequitedly
Even if we ran away to the seas
...
Her fear slid through her silver hair
Gentle was her skin
But her hands were rough
A flower appeared on the floor
...
She erupts like sparks into the dark skies
Hue and glitter issue from her sides
With hair on fire like bright auburn
Her burning eyes itched to seize the corners
...
Deny the roses from these fields
This place reeks of broken souls
Cracks on the wall echo my voice
Until I finally lose its source
...
His sharp fangs were never shown
It hid themselves inside his mouth
Even as the sun forced them open
No, he shook his mane, his head
...
Vie with the restless branches
Of these floating skeptic clouds
That clipped themselves
To your fancy red gowns and ties
...
Your eyelids felt heavy, you said
I already miss you more than anything
Even if you refused to head to bed
I whispered into your ear
...
The church waited
Their promises echoed
But they weren't there,
Just shadows in the dimness
...